Page 41 of Bloodmoon Ritual

The strong will win

The weak fall

Reveal to us your will, O Allfather

My lips mouthed his name, but what was I going to say?

That despite everything I still felt a frisson of fear every time he got up to fight?

Asked why I couldn’t even choose to have my own orgasm on my own time, instead of it being forced out of me?

There was a rustling awareness, a shifting as men began to get ready to head to the clearing in front of the long table.

Rhyder would get up soon to complete the Seeking.

If only I could hold out that long.

But I couldn’t.

The air was heavy with the throb and thump around me, the rhythmic chants and motions making my whole body buzz as I rode my brother’s leg.

Allfather, I couldn’t make any noise!

I gripped his thigh, feeling the thick bands of muscle there as my pussy ran slick with liquid heat, and I suddenly felt my brother shake beside me, the heavy length of his cock twitch as he came, the fierce warmth of his cock like a burning brand as he shot jets of cum all over my thighs.

And the tightening deep inside me suddenly twisted with a gut-wrenching pulse, and I came too, a blazing liquid release, my arms shaking as I tried to control my voice, biting down so hard on my lip that I tasted blood.

Rhyder was still coming, his hand tight in my hair, his lips on my throat and my body shaking underneath him.

I couldn’t help one loud gasp as my tremors subsided, my hips shaking and my stomach fluttering, my clit still pulsing over the rough fabric.

My hands felt sticky and warm, my brother’s pants leg soaked with my cum and his.

Did he know what had happened?

I shuddered to think.

“I love you,” he growled in my ear, and I felt his chest heaving behind me as he slipped an arm around my waist. “So much.”

I shivered under the terrifying power of my brother’s love.

Then I heard a gong and my brother set me gently down, his hand between my breasts, stealing, plundering a moment of sweetness because he could, then he strode into the center of the clearing where the other men were already heading, grabbing one of the ceremonial staffs as he did.

The ritual was simple. Since there was disagreement amongst the Congregations, Eli as the Enforcer would choose a warrior. And if that warrior could defeat all the other warriors, Eli’s Congregation would prevail, and the others would have to follow.

I could see how my Congregation had grown in strength and power since I had been taken, imposing their will on the other smaller Congregations.

Rhyder was driving their success at every Seeking.

I clutched the sides of my chairs as the clearing fell into darkness, the familiar wet thuds of my twin’s triumph echoing in my ears, making me feel dizzy.

When the fighting was over, there was only one man left standing in the clearing: his shirt slick with sweat, but not a mark on him as he stood broad-shouldered and big in the center.

Rhyder

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